Were Moabites Black Novels & Stories

“You humans are hilarious; you seem to fail to realize you all are born of the same mother she knows no color. Your skin is a mere formality where genetics are concerned you all come from an Annunaki woman whose skin resembles the sky of the universe from which the lords rule over. Your skin represents the colors of the world in the purest forms that come from the creation of the royal blood line of the Annunaki, and the slightly diluted color of the LuLu of those who were created to serve the Annunaki.” “What does that even mean?” I bite back feeling the impending doom that was no doubt about to be brought about by his response. “It was the only way to distinguish our connection to the rich

The pack formed a defensive line, Alpha-level warriors at the forefront. I stood on the central platform, able to observe the entire situation. Soon, the first wave of attackers appeared. Marcus's description was accurate – they were indeed 'neither human nor wolf.' Half-human, half-wolf forms, but not like a normal shift, more like they had been forcibly twisted and deformed. The most unsettling thing was their eyes – entirely black, without a trace of white or pupil. "Moon Goddess preserve us," an elder whispered. "They are cursed."

"Look at our hair as well. It’s so curly and black.” “Don’t let whatever he said bother you Gabi.” Gabe told her. “He’s talking in the rubbish.” Gabi laughed and nodded. But Gabe wondered the same thing later when he was alone. Their father was dark skinned while their mother though had a fair skin but theirs was just baffling. Not to talk of their hair – it was curly and jet black like – “He is really talking in the rubbish.” Gabe scoffed and pushed the thought out of his mind.

It was the original, uncorrupted crest of the Black Mountain Pack. ​They carried spears tipped with obsidian and bows made of dark, flexible yew. But it was their eyes that stopped my heart. They weren't the dull, weary brown of ordinary humans or the solid, terrifying gold of the Sovereigns. They were a shifting, swirling silver—the Gene in its purest, most unrefined state, burning with a life force that made the air around them shimmer.

They wore flowing black robes that seemed to absorb light, and their faces were pale with eyes like polished obsidian. "Peace, Alpha Hawthorne," the lead figure said, raising a hand that was adorned with rings of dark metal. "We come not as enemies, but as... concerned parties." "Concerned about what?" Kael demanded, positioning himself protectively in front of me. "About the awakening of powers that have been carefully contained for centuries," The figure replied, his gaze shifting to focus on me with uncomfortable intensity. "Miss Vale, I am Mordecai Blackthorne, Speaker for the Umbra Coalition. We need to talk."

His wolf was probably going to be the easier one to communicate with right now. ‘Do you know who I am?’ I’d never seen what Caleb’s wolf looked like, but I assumed that as an Alpha, he had black fur… it seemed to be a reoccurring theme among powerful wolves. Even the Menae were mostly black. I tried to picture a black wolf in Caleb’s mind sitting calmly and listening to me. ‘I know you great Lady,’ he bowed his head low.

My stomach lurched, and my skin crawled. They were thin and sickly, almost furless like naked mole-rats. What bugged me the most was their wrinkly, flushed skin, slick with mucus and dark veins branching beneath. “Moon Goddess, w-why do they l-look so abominable?” I stuttered, nearly losing my stomach at the sight of the monstrous wolf. Then I remembered that Selene was powerless. We were on our own.

The other elders quickly caught on. “Right. Giant Black Mambas are arrogant. They are lazy, but they aren’t pushovers. They even go against weaker Mythic Class Magical Beasts when their pride is threatened. But they are no match against true Mythic Class Magical Beasts. So the only creature that can disregard it so is a Mythic Class Magical Beast.” “I finally figured it out after Joe and I were attacked by the Giant Black Mamba. It had been toiling with our team all along. None of us expected this. Why was that?”

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

thanks to Aunt Susan's idea. "Stop exaggerating, Caleb won't wander around without his men following them." Rey states. Yeah, those men in black, it's my third time seeing them. Actually, I barely recognized them one by one as they all look the same. Black suits and shoes, the same hairstyle, wearing black shades, and almost the same body built. But wait... Does Caleb want a baby?